Ray Feasey

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Ray Feasey Poems

1. It's Alright For You! 1/4/2008
2. Nonsense Verses 1/5/2008
3. The Longer I Wait 1/16/2008
4. I Looked In A River 2/9/2008
5. Our Dog 2/9/2008
6. Beware Valentines Day! 2/11/2008
7. Cliché’s 2/12/2008
8. Snow Drive 4/12/2008
9. Making Pastry's Not My Thing 4/30/2008
10. I’ll Catch You 5/25/2008
11. Downpour 6/15/2008
12. Just Smile 7/23/2008
13. Duck Feather 7/26/2008
14. Tranquillity 8/10/2008
15. What’s The Point Of A Circus? 8/14/2008
16. Olympics 8/16/2008
17. Wander-Wander 8/21/2008
18. Boot Sale 9/25/2008
19. Is Christmas So Broken 12/23/2008
20. Time Travel Song? 12/30/2008
21. Adhd 9/3/2007
22. Tattoo 9/6/2007
23. Wall 9/10/2007
24. Uk Poetry Day 10/4/2007
25. This Sunday Morning? 10/28/2007
26. Firework Night 11/5/2007
27. Warm Coats 11/26/2007
28. Never Again 9/22/2007
29. We All Know One 10/2/2007
30. Advice Not Sought But Given 10/9/2007
31. Signs That Make Me Smile 10/10/2007
32. Long Day 10/13/2007
33. Right And Wrong? 10/15/2007
34. Everyone Has To Be Somewhere 10/17/2007
35. What's Seen In Clouds 10/24/2007
36. A New Life 11/4/2007
37. The Fox In The Morning! 11/12/2007
38. Industry Lost 11/23/2007
39. How Do You Know? 12/3/2007
40. Lights Above 12/6/2007

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Best Poem of Ray Feasey

Classic Car

The leather upholstery and walnut dash
Nothing plastic looking cheap or brash
The shiny chrome and deep rug pile
Just sitting in it brings a smile

To clean for hours on weekend day
Then fill with petrol and drive away
To country place with airs and grace
This big old beauty has such pace

To see the many admiring stares
As they hurl past in their look-alike wares
Of modern age with designer fashion
All quiet the same, but no real passion

As hobbies go its not so cheap
Yet then again the joy you reap
Makes pure indulgence so worthwhile

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Golf 'N' Me

Golf and me are not to be I’ve tried it many times,
I slipped I fell and heard folk yell and even hit a old brass bell
At hole’s I crossed when ball was lost

Then shortly after leaving Tee I let those pass who Tee long after me
While colleagues wait quiet patiently for me to find a perfect swing
And make the day worthwhile thing

Then suddenly success it’s been I find my swing and hit the green

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